"You will have herbs and my healing," he promises, running two fingers over Wei Ying's narrow wrist to check his meridians. They are never what they ought to be without his Core but he can feel the qi running, albeit sluggish and weak. His own qi ought to help.

He works his hands down to Wei Ying's trousers, untying a stubborn knot as he tries to ease them down Wei Ying's hips, blankets at the ready.

"Anywhere else? Concentrate. Anywhere else to direct healing?"